Witchcraft
go cast some spells,
ride a broom,
eat someone's guts,
and don't give a ,
life is short,
days are numbered,
matematic we are all dead,
practic, we still breath,
more y days will come,
so what!
lets make a pile,
i wonder,
how many do we need,
to reach the sky?
Copyright © Gitlan George | Year Posted 2023
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